MacGyver (1985–1992): Season 5, Episode 18 - The Lost Amadeus - full transcript

Hills. You didn't mention hills.

And you said a spin,
not the tour De France.

Oh, you did good, wilt.

You did good.

I'm gonna be crippled for
the rest of my natural life.

Man, I'm so hungry I could
almost eat health food.

Come on, I know this
great little donut shop.

No, no. I'm gonna head on back.

Make it a nice, quiet
Sunday. Read the paper.

Couch potato stuff, you know?

That's your problem, MacGyver,



not enough
excitement in your life.

Good thing you have
me as a neighbor.

Yeah.

Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

That's all right, I'm ok.

Oh, the car's all right.

Izzy would kill me
if I put another dent in it.

I beg your pardon?

Izzy, my boss.

Well, actually, he's my teacher.

Well, actually, he's
more like my best friend.

Oh! Here, let me help you.

Where to?

What?



Where are you headed?

Oh, uh, home, the
Marina, but that's ok.

Great. Hop in.
I'll give you a lift.

No, no, no,
it... it's all right.

No, really, I insist.

Listen, my sister,
who lives in Ohio,

and she's married to this
guy who sells wallpaper,

She says I'm selfish, so hop in.

Come on, get in.

I won't bite, I promise.

Hey, my ego is at stake.

Are you sure you're ok?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So, how do you
like the '90s so far?

The '90s?

Yeah, it sounds so
serious, doesn't it?

I don't know about you, but I was
just starting to get used to the '80s.

Nice.

The '80s, nice?

No, I meant your car.

My car. I wish.

It's Izzy's.

I have to go to this party
tonight, so he let me borrow it.

Oh, here, let me
show you the invitation.

Oh, hey!

Oh, well. I guess
it's here somewhere.

Did I tell you
Izzy's a musician?

- Do you want to hear some of his stuff?
- Uh, no.

It's great. It'll make
you feel better.

Just listen.

I feel fine.

♪♪

Mozart?

Yeah.

My all-time fave.

Mozart was writing
concertos at 5 years old.

Isn't that wild?

I mean, where were you at 5?

Well, I was pretty young, so...

I had this crush on a kid
with glasses and freckles

Named dobie fineman.
He grew up to be a dentist.

You're not a dentist, are you?

- No. No.
- Good.

This is your friend?
Itzak zimmer?

Yeah. I know, he's famous.
But to me, he's just Izzy.

We met in line at a movie.

I run errands for him in
exchange for violin lessons.

By the way, I'm Lulu.

MacGyver.

What's your first name?

My friends just
call me MacGyver.

That bad, huh?

That's ok. My real name's Alice.

So, are you married, MacGyver?

Uh, no. You?

- Not that I know of.

How old are you?

39.

39 and you've
never been married?

So?

So, that tells me 1 or 2 things.

Either you've got a
fear of commitment,

or you've got a
fear of commitment.

Uh, excuse me, I don't think
this is the way to the Marina.

Oh, yeah. I have to make a quick
stop first. I hope you don't mind.

I got this funny call
from Izzy this morning.

He didn't sound like himself.

He said, "you'll find a thingy from
sal's in the glove compartment.

Do you-know-what with it, and
bring whatever it is to me right away."

Listen,

about the ride, I
appreciate the offer, but...

You're probably wondering
what a world-famous violinist

is doing with a
pawn shop, right?

Uh, no, not really.

Well, it's because
he doesn't trust banks.

This pawn shop is sort of
like his safety deposit box.

Oh.

Oh, here it is. A claim check.

Oh, great. Closed.

Uh, why don't I just
get out here, ok?

Don't worry. I'll drive you home

As soon as I tell
Izzy what happened.

Please, don't trouble yourself.

No trouble.

Voila. Izzy's place.

You two are gonna
love each other.

Uh, no, I can't.

Well, sure you can. You
can do anything you want.

No, I mean i... i
gotta get home.

Oh, relax. It's
Sunday, remember?

Nobody has to get
home on Sunday.

Besides, how often
do you get to meet

2 incredible people
in one day, huh?

Gotta be honest
with you, one is plenty.

I really gotta go.

But your bike.

I'll walk it. It's not that far.

You sure?

Sure.

Ok. Oh, wait!

Don't forget this.

Oh, thanks.

39, huh?

Did you know that Mozart
was only 35 when he died?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Bye.

♪♪

Izzy.

Izzy? It's me, Lulu.

Oh, stop. Stop.

Stop! You barbarian.

Yeah.

I don't like this one, either.

Izzy, what are you doing?

No! No, no!

- Izzy, what...
- Oh, please, please don't.

- What's going on?
- Forgive me, Lulu.

They forced me to call you.

- Cough it up, toots.

Keep your mitts off me, creep.

Zimmer told you to
bring the amadeus.

- Now, where is it?
- The...

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Like cat spit you don't.

You heard him, lady.

Let go of my arm.

Let go, do you hear me?

Hello?

Macgy...

Lulu?

Lulu? You in there?

Hey, what's goin' on here?

My morassi!

MacGyver.

Leave him alone.
That's my husband.

- Who else knows about this?
- No one.

No more games, gramps.

Either tell us where it is,
or I'll play you this time.

No, wait. I've got it.

The amadeus?

The amadeus, right.

Let him go, and
I'll get it for you.

Fork it over, then
we let him go.

No, I don't trust you.

I'll bring it, but not here.

Somewhere public, where
there's a lot of people around.

What's going on here?

The invitation. Great idea.

Brilliant.
Thanks, darling.

Here, meet me at this
address at 8:00 tonight.

"Roaring '20s bash"?

Look, do you want this
amadeus thing or not?

Ok, 8:00 sharp.

Make a little swapsky.

You and your hubby here bring
the amadeus, we give you zimmer.

Hubby?

Ok, not a croak to anyone.

Make sure you both show up.

And you better have
it with you this time, toots.

If you don't, or if
you go to the cops,

if I even smell the color blue,

you can kiss your
friend Izzy goodbye.

You understand?

He means it, Lulu.

We understand.
Don't we, sweetheart?

What?

I don't believe this.

Why Izzy? And who
were those guys?

And what's this amadeus
thing all about, anyway?

Husband? What's that all about?

Oh, yeah. Nice
meeting you, MacGyver.

Let's have lunch sometime, ok?

Hey, wait a minute. Whoa,
what? What are you doing?

What do you think? I'm
going after this amadeus thing.

Nuh-uh. We, Lulu.

Did you hear those guys?

We both have to show
up, or they're gonna kill Izzy.

Now, these are dangerous
people we're dealing with.

Wow, sounds like you've been
in a few of these scrapes before.

Uh, yeah, 1 or 2.

What do you suggest?

Well, first of all, we're
gonna take it slow.

One step at a time.

We're gonna start
at the pawn shop.

Great. Why didn't
you say so? Get in.

There's an emergency
number here.

I think there's a pay phone
around the corner. I'll call.

No, no, no. I'll do
it. You stay here.

But...

Lulu, stay put.

MacGyver, wait, I just
remembered. There's...

Forget about it! Stay!

But, MacGyver...

♪♪

Hey!

♪♪

Hey, man.

What are you doing?

Get in.

Are you nuts? That's burglary.

Don't worry. Izzy's
cousin owns this place.

I just remembered,
he's fishing in Canada.

He'll understand.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

You didn't give me a chance.

Wait a
minute, we forgot the door.

That's ok,
the cops can lock it.

It doesn't make sense.

Izzy kidnapped for golf clubs?

He doesn't even play golf.

Maybe you stole the wrong thing.

I resent that. I have
never stolen a wrong thing.

That's reassuring.

What are you doing?

How'd that get in there?

So you've seen this before?

Sure, 2 days ago. Izzy picked
it up in salzburg last week.

Austria salzburg?

On his last tour.

He said he found it
in some flea market.

Picked it up for a song.

What else did he say?

Nothing.

It's just that I've never seen
him so excited about anything.

Then yesterday he
sounded different.

Troubled about something.

Poor Izzy.

I'm really worried
about him, MacGyver.

Look at this.

That's a certificate of origin.

Which means that
this is no ordinary violin.

It says, "the back is in 2
pieces of handsome maple.

"The varnish of a
light orange color.

"The table is of
spruce of medium grain.

Original label missing."

Yep, it all checks.

"This instrument is an excellent
specimen of Antonio stradivari."

What? Let me see that.

"An excellent specimen
of Antonio stradivari

Of his golden period
known as the amadeus."

The amadeus?

Stradivari was the
Rembrandt of violin makers.

If this is real,

Izzy found a 300-year-old
stradivarius in a flea market.

Well,

Were most famous violins
named after their owners?

Yeah.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god!

I remember reading somewhere

that Franz haydn named his strad

after his good friend Mozart,

And gave it to
him later as a gift.

But then it was... It
was lost or something.

Not anymore.

Mozart's lost strad.

Complete with documents.

It's worth millions.

No wonder those sleazoids
wanted to get their hands on it.

- Wow.
- My, my.

Hey, thanks a lot.

I didn't know you
could play like that.

Neither did I.

Well, come on. We
better get some costumes.

Costumes?

Well, for the costume
party, remember?

The invitation said "no one
admitted without a costume."

Don't worry, I know
where we can get some.

♪♪

Hi!

Yes, sir.

Welcome to the speakeasy.

Here. Looks better on you.

So what's the occasion here?

How should I know?

Well, I thought
it was your party.

Actually, I found the invitation

at an automatic teller machine.

It sounded like fun.

Ah.

Mmm. Here, try this.

Uh, actually, I don't drink.

Neither do I. It's apple cider.

A toast.

May the Eastern
Europe of our hearts

Find freedom in the '90s.

You're somethin', Lulu.

I like you, too.

Hey, that was good.
Could you get me another?

God!

That's right,
gangsters and molls.

What would the '20s be
without the Charleston?

And now, for all you romantics,

we're gonna slow
it down just a bit,

so check your dance
cards, grab your partner,

and let's make a little magic
with that old-time favorite,

Every little breeze
seems to whisper Louise.

Hit it, boys.

♪♪

- Here.
- Thanks.

Half an hour till they get here.

Come on, let's dance.

What?

Dance.

You know, dance?

Dance.

Nervous?

Yeah.

Well, I wouldn't worry.
We'll get Izzy back.

Oh, I know.

That's not what
I'm nervous about.

That's
right, pal, open up.

We're the coppers,
see? And this is a raid.

Open it up!

We're looking for al Capone.

Izzy's not with them.

I don't know yet.

Bring him over or
we shut this gin joint down!

There he is,
captain. Over there.

They're
looking for al Capone!

We'll take that, toots.

So where's zimmer?

You said you'd exchange
the violin for him.

You're under arrest, Capone.

Cuff 'em, sarge.

They're
arresting Capone!

Oh, look!

Let's take 'em over to the
interrogation room, sarge.

Where's Izzy, you toad?

What difference does it make?

Hold it there. Watch 'em.

What's this?

What'd you do with the amadeus?

I'll tell you later. Let's
get out of here first.

I know you're
in there, Capone.

We've got the place surrounded.

Open up!

What are you doing? We'll
never get through there.

I know that.

This is your last
chance. Open up or else!

Police. Come out
with your hands up!

You're gonna
do time for this. Long time.

Make it easier on yourself.

Maybe they'll let you
off with tax evasion.

Here.

Come on out! We got you now.

Open up, Capone!

Where are
they? Where did they go?

They're
around here somewhere.

They got away.

They couldn't have
gotten far. Come on, let's go.

What was
that? You hear that?

It came from over
there. Behind the pump.

Well, don't just
stand there. Check it out.

It's just a lousy rat.
What do we do now?

You check the street.

I'll stick around here for a
while, start to cover our trail.

Just in case.

You ok?

Yeah.

How long do you think
he's gonna stick around?

Too long. Let's go this way.

Oh.

Oh, god.

Wow! Look where we ended up!

Let's
get these cuffs off.

Now.

Oh, the amadeus, right?

I switched it for the
band player's fiddle.

Oh, that was pretty smart.

You think it's safe there?

Probably safer than if
we try to go back for it.

Now, if we only
knew where Izzy was.

Either this lock is rusted
or I'm losing my touch.

Uh, listen. I don't
want to alarm you,

but if you don't get those
things off in the next,

oh, 5 minutes,

we might have a little problem.

Why? What's wrong?

Oh, nothing. It's just that...

I really have to go
to the bathroom.

Oh.

Oh!

So, I'd guess
we better find a...

Bathroom, yeah.

Come on.

Can I ask you something?

Have you ever been in
love? I mean, really in love?

Yeah, once.

Hmm. Me, too.
Almost got married.

Why didn't you?

Well, it's... I
mean, it's kind of...

Exactly.

Hey. Hold it right there.

What are we gonna do?

I'll handle it.

The mall's closed. What
are you two doing in here?

Well, we're kinda lost, officer.

And we're lookin'
for the costume party.

Yeah? Let me see some I.D.

Party at the speakeasy's
just around the corner.

How'd you two get in here?

Well, downstairs.
It's wide open.

Day shift guy.
I'm gonna fix him.

You can use the
last door on the left,

But just make sure
you push it shut.

Thank you, officer.

- I wanna see something.
- What?

Your first name.

I told you, my friends
call me MacGyver.

Yeah, but it's not like
sting or prince or something.

You've got another
first name, right?

That's your first name?

Yeah. So?

So I think I'll call
you MacGyver.

What's that?

It's a handcuff key, silly.

Good job.

No answer at Izzy's.

Where could they be hiding him?

If we only had a
lead on these guys.

Well, maybe we do
and we just don't know it.

Now, they said they were
gonna try and cover their trail.

What trail are
they talkin' about?

The trail to the
amadeus, I guess.

When Izzy found
out they knew about it,

he stashed it in the pawn shop.

Yeah, but how'd
they know about it?

What?

Well, assuming
Izzy didn't tell 'em,

How could they know that it
was Mozart's lost violin, hmm?

You're right, it
doesn't make sense.

Unless they stumbled across
the certificate of origin somewhere.

Did Izzy carry the amadeus
back from Europe himself?

No. He had it shipped back with the rest of
his violins, like he always does on tour.

Shipped by whom?

There's a freight
forwarder out by the airport.

They specialize in
musical instruments.

Wait, that's it.

MacGyver, you're brilliant.

- Come on.

Yo, taxi.

- Hey!

Yeah,
here's the damage reports.

Freight agent named
ginko handled that item.

Damage report?

Yeah, the crate it was in was
damaged in transit from Europe.

You know, it's like
I told the other guy:

The freight agents are supposed to
check the goods when that happens

Before they leave
the bonded area.

You know, in case
of an insurance claim.

Yeah. What other guy?

He was here about
a half hour ago,

asking questions about
the same shipment.

Nearly walked off with my
receipts. Can you believe that?

Can you describe this guy?

Yeah. Pushy.

Said if anybody else came around
here asking about it, to give him a call.

He wouldn't be there, but I could
leave a message on his machine.

He left his number?

Here, it's on the card. Here,
why don't you call him yourself?

I got better things to do.

Wait here!

What are you
doing? Put that down.

Jeez.

Come on.

It's Izzy.

Lulu!

Izzy, thank
god. Are you ok?

Perfect.

Just perfect.

Like they say, "great
minds think alike."

If you think I'm gonna tell you
where the amadeus is, bozo,

you're crazy.

You're gonna do more than tell me,
sweetcakes. You're gonna show me.

If we're not back in an hour
with the instrument, kill 'em.

An hour? That's not enough time.

You disgusting slob.

- Come on.
- Lulu.

Don't try anything, Jack.

Or we might have
a little accident.

Oh, if only Lulu were here.

She'd think of some
crazy way to get us out.

That's a c.O.2
extinguisher, isn't it?

It protects the violins.

Foam or water would do
as much damage as fire.

Well, c.O.2 forces
oxygen out of a room.

And if there's no oxygen...

What are you talking about?

What are you doing?

When the alarm goes off, hold
your breath until we're out of the room.

All right, get ready.

I know where they went.

I'll stay here and
call the police.

Well, what are you
waiting for? Go on, go on!

If this is another
one of your crazy stunts...

What stunts?

Stop stalling and
get me that amadeus.

Look, I told you, it's here.

Now, will you make that call?

Just get it!

Ok, talk. Where is it?

Last chance, sweetcakes.

♪♪

You little devil, you.

What?

Get it.

Get it, before I
kill him and you.

Look, it's that crazy guy again.

Look! Those are real bullets!

You think I'm kidding?

The party's over.
I mean business.

Ok, ok.

Give it to her.

Give it.

Give it.

You want me to make that call?

All right.

Here.

Don't! MacGyver!

Come on out
of there! Out in the open!

Out where I can see you, now!

Now you're making me
mad. You don't wanna do that!

He wrecked the
elevator. You'll never get out now.

The amadeus! Stop him!

Freeze.

Take another step and
this thing is wood chips.

Wait.

I just realized why
you're doing this.

It's because your mother
was a cafeteria lady, right?

What?

Lulu!

You know,
in grade school.

The ones with
moustaches and hairnets

who served tuna
surprise every Monday?

Another step and I'll...

Oh, the humiliation.

And now, you're
finally paying her back.

Gestalt therapy.

Your mother is the violin.

I mean, just look at the
way you're holding that thing.

No!

MacGyver, we did it!

Yeah, I guess we did.

Look at her
go! What's gotten into you?

I guess it's that
healthy diet you suggested.

No more junk food. I
hate to admit it, MacGyver,

But I feel like a million bucks.

You look better, too, wilt.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I've been noticing some of the
ladies giving me a second look lately.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

There you go.

So, listen,

if you meet any babes who might
be interested in a healthy kind of guy,

let me know, huh?

- Babes, huh?
- Babes.

Hey, MacGyver.

Wilt,

I'd like you to meet Lulu.

Oh.

Um, hi.

Hi.

Boy, you got a
nice, firm handshake.

Yeah? W-Well, I've been
working out a lot, you know?

Oh?